FUNERAL

In charge of
Something larger;
A smarter sort
Of bravado.
Light emitting from a cloud
Creating a new corona for our commonwealth.

Gas plasma bursts
From one last black hole,
Highlighting the best shape
We’ve been in since birth.
It holds and releases,
As it grows and decreases in equal measurements.

The full extent
Of the next generation was sent,
And I prayed so long
That my lingering prints fell off,
Once polished by their burden,
For the world is a harsh place to live in without him.

The flame remains,
But without flicker,
And settles as
The sight of our time;
It’s not often that one has to wear a burial
Suit as often as this, so try to keep it crease free.